I don't own Hetalia. I never will own Hetalia. I'm just borrowing the Characters.
Okay I swear someone else put these thoughts into my head. . reviews will mean me putting up the rest of the story.
Obviously takes place starting at the fall of the Berlin wall, kinda time jumps from there. Gaps are ranging anywhere from a few hours to a few months. Hopefully it's not to confusing to figure out.
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Germany couldn't figure out what was wrong with East. He had seemed like he was returning more to normal. To the brother he remembered before Russia took him away, before the wall went up. But now… after that visit over a week ago he seemed more lost than ever. What made matters worse was that he refused to talk to anyone about it.
Well Germany assumed anyone. He had asked France and Spain if Prussia had told them anything, both had told him no. Prussia seemed normal to them. Then again neither had seen him much lately; they had their own countries to deal with. Since Prussia wasn't… and about there Germany would shut them up, he didn't need to be told what East wasn't. He knew his brother wasn't involved in politics, Germany had let him stay out of it; he was giving East time to recover.
Still it didn't help that his brother was shutting him out. "East! Time for dinner!" he called. He'd figure out a way to get his brother to tell him what was wrong.
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Prussia had tried all week to get thoughts of Russia out of his head. Honestly nothing was working. He suddenly found himself wanting to ask the creep all sorts of questions. First and foremost in his mind- what the hell had he done to him? There was no way he should be feeling as if that abuser was home. He rolled over in his bed hearing West call from down the hall. He wasn't hungry. Prussia was confused, and food sure wasn't going to solve the confusion.
There had to be a way to recreate the 'home' feeling here with West. There had to be someone he could ask what could be done when you were no longer a nation. Prussia sat up violently, duuuh. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He needed to talk to Italy's older brother. Technically South Italy, it was the younger Italian brother who had assumed the responsibility as the nation.
"West I'm going out! I'll be back in awhile!" Prussia shouted before opening his window and jumping out. He failed to hear the questions his brother yelled after him.
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Russia was tired of waiting. He had been waiting for quite awhile now. And his little one was fully recovered at this point. Germany had played his part; it was now Russia's turn again. He sat outside the quant home watching for what was his. Low and behold Prussia jumped out the window; yes his little one was all better now. Just look at that spirit.
Smiling Russia got out of the car ready to intercept the silver haired male. He giggled at the look that crossed the other's face soon as he realized Russia was there. Panic, longing, confusion, anger all in a split second, it was wonderful. Such a wide variety of emotions his little one had. His smile faded seeing Prussia about to yell, he would call Germany and Russia would be forced to hurt them both. He just wanted to talk to his little one, show him what he was now. Finish the healing process, hurting the brothers would just cause another step back.
He was faster than he looked in all honesty. Russia might be a large male but he learned how to out distance an enemy quickly enough. Or in more cases catch up to one running away, which is what he did quickly running over to Prussia who was back peddling. A hand covered the smaller male's mouth. "Shhh little one," he cooed the other arm pulling Prussia against him. "I am only here to fetch you. It's time you went home da?"
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Home? What did Russia know about home? Prussia struggled in the other's arms, bit down on the hand keeping him quiet but nothing worked in getting himself free. Prussia knew he was being dragged away from the house. Away from West. And the probably still confused blond wouldn't come looking for him for at least a few hours. He was stuck with Russia. Prussia struggled harder no, no, no!
Let go of me he mentally pleaded I want to be East Germany! I want to stay with West! Of course Russia couldn't hear his thoughts. And he wasn't giving Prussia any chance to speak.
"Shh, just let me show you something. Then you can come back to Germany if you wish" he heard Russia whisper before he was tossed into the back seat of the car. Immediately Prussia bolted up and went to let himself out the other side. Child locks. Prussia growled as the other door shut and Russia climbed into the front seat. His only chance of escape would be though one of the front doors… and Russia was up there. Prussia sat back and crossed his arms glaring at the other. "That's what I thought," was Russia's reply as he started the car.
Prussia stared out the window. Of course it was. He'd rather be awake and know where they were going than knocked out to wake up who knew where. Probably some underground base of Russia's. Yeah he really didn't want to wake to find himself in a place like that again. Prussia shuttered. Still, Russia had said he could return to West… so what was this kidnapping about?
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It had been two days. Two days since his brother had shouted he'd be back in awhile and dove out the window. Well at least he was sure East had gone out the window based on the fact that it was open. He wasn't hiding anywhere in his room at least. Germany checked his watch, the wall clock, shoot he checked the time on the television. When was he going to be back? Where had East gone?
If it had been any time before the separation Germany wouldn't have worried. He just would have figured his brother was off doing nation business or bugging someone. But he had received no complaints. No unexpected bills. And the words England and Russia had both told him kept playing in Germany's mind. He wouldn't last as East Germany. Germany swallowed feeling a lump form in his throat. No his brother was still alive, just out there somewhere, he hadn't faded, disappeared, or whatever their kind did when it was their time.
Germany jumped at the sound of the phone ringing. He stared at it for a second as it rang again before remembering he had to pick the thing up. Suddenly hopeful Germany answered praying for it being someone telling him to pick up his brother, or better yet his brother calling. "Hello?" he said uncertainly.
"Da."
Germany felt the urge to hang up right there. It was only Russia. Probably asking when they could discuss more trade, or about the pipe lines. Or something that Germany really did not care about right now. "Hello Russia"
"There you go Comrade Germany. I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
Germany looked at the phone. Russia wanted a favor from him? "Depends on the favor Russia, I am a bit busy at the moment" he said wondering why he was still on the phone with this man. It was just like with those trade agreements he had brought over. Beside East could be trying to call right now.
"Can you pack a bag for my little one? He se-"
"You have East there?" Germany interrupted uncaring that it was rude. His brother had run off to Russia? He hated the man, Germany knew that much. Or had Russia kidnapped him? Was East just trying to protect him again?
"Da"
"Let me speak with him Russia," Germany said his voice calm though his heart was racing.
"Nyet"
"Russia I will-"
"He is touring the ship. How about in an hour he calls you? Will you have a week or two worth of clothing packed for him by then? I suppose we could always go shopping for new clothes but he is very picky. Already he has stolen one of my navel uniforms. I do not mind because he is so cute in it~"
Germany's mind was blank. East was touring a ship? What ship? Why had he run to Russia? Stolen a navel uniform? "Where are you?" Germany finally asked realizing Russia was continuing to talk.
"My little one's home"
"Stop calling him that. What do you mean his home?" Germany was sure the phone would break if he held it any tighter.
"I told you Germany. He is not your East. I brought him to where he belongs. He will give you directions later, da?" Russia said before hanging up. Germany hung up shortly after in a daze. He was more confused than ever. Well there was nothing he could do but wait for the next hour until his brother called.
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"You what?"
Russia winced at the yell. Why was his little one so angry? He had just simply told him that he had called his brother for more clothes. It was not healthy to continue to run about in the same clothing for so many days. Of course when he had pointed that out was when his little one had stolen that poor navel man's clothing. Russia watched as the other paced growling things to himself. Was there something wrong with calling Germany? "Li-"
"Don't you say 'little one' that is the most embarrassing title you can give to someone as awesome as me!" Prussia yelled turning back to the man who kidnapped him. Well not that he was being held here against his will. He was actually enjoying himself quite a bit.
Russia nodded even though he had no intention of calling the other anything but his little one. Because that was what Prussia was now, he was a little part of Russia. Safe and sound with the Baltic Fleet ready to defend him. Russia grinned pulling his little one to him ignoring the protests. His smile grew hearing the grumbled "This doesn't get you off the hook for calling West"
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Prussia sighed leaning against the wall. He opened his eyes looking at the phone in his hand. Well it had been two hours since Russia called West. And the other had to be getting worried by this point. But still how to explain this to him? It wasn't like he had planned on spending time here. But just like when that damned wall came down and things felt right, being here felt right. Not that being with West had been wrong. He'd pick West any day to hang out with over Russia but this territory was Russia's…
He dialed the numbers, hung up before the first ring had even passed, tried again, and had the same result. Prussia sighed again, if he couldn't explain this to himself how was he going to explain it to West? "I'm not East Germany… I'm Kaliningrad." Prussia closed his eyes again not particularly enjoying the warmth he felt from hearing his name. He wished he wasn't. He wished with all his might that he was East Germany. He knew Prussia would never exist again; the others had made that clear when they abolished him… but to be actually part of Russia?
He dialed the number again. Well they could figure this out together right?
"Hey? It's me…"
A/N: and please leave reviews- I don't care if you make demands, tell me that this is over done, or just put a bunch of dots, it's heart warming to see SOMETHING
I don't know if I want to call this finished yet or not... probably not. You know... it's just kinda hanging here